Elrond sighed happily as he found the fire burning in his rooms – winter, though not harsh in Valinor, was coming on swiftly – and he poured himself a glass of the fine red wine that was left on the central table before settling into the comfortable chair by the fire, which he fondly thought of as his ‘reading’ chair. He took a sip of the rich wine, savouring the fruity flavour as it slid down his throat, and the faint taste that lingered after it was swallowed. Another taste, and he turned to the book.
Studying the cover more carefully that he had in the Library, he noticed two small letters – ‘N’ and ‘Ó’ – in the bottom right-hand corner, in the same embossed gold style as the title. Running an elegant finger over the title, Elrond wondered at the name: ‘The Fallen Ones’. An odd shiver travelled through him as he stared at it, and a sense of foreboding gripped him with icy fingers. After a moment, he dismissed it as being a ridiculous impulse. Although Ondonér had, on reflection, given him no reason to read this book, he would welcome the challenge of a new text.
Brushing the cover lightly once more and feeling the age of the book beneath his fingers, he reverentially opened the book and smoothed out the first page. The writing was neat and graceful, easy to read. He settled into his seat and lost himself in the world of the book…
“Husband mine – are you coming to bed tonight?” Elrond blinked, shocked out of the book that had drawn him so effectively. Looking up he saw an amused Celebrian leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised.
“Wha-oh! Celebrian, of course! I am sorry my love. I was…”
“Reading, I know. You forget; I have experience of you and your books,” her scolding tone was lessened by the smile on her face.
Elrond smiled back at his wife – marvelling once more at how much improved she seemed – and said, “I promise you dearest, I will be in very soon – just one more moment. I have but a single sentence to read.”
She nodded, and then turned away. Elrond picked up the book again, found his place, and finished it.
Carefully he placed a bookmark between the pages, drained the last of his wine, then followed his wife to their bedroom.
Note: Ok a few things – I won’t be writing throughout November because I’m taking part in NaNoWriMo (www.nanowrimo.org) and I won’t have a lot of other time, but I will have an update ASAP after that…
Tanima means ‘Silver-smith’ from the Quenya: ‘Tano – craftsman/smith and Silma – Silver’. Nénvendë means water maiden (Nén is water, vendë is maiden.) And Ósírë means ‘Of the River’.
Tell me if you don't like the way I have put the 'book-chapter' and suggest what you would prefer, and I'll change it!
And finally, hope you’re liking this!
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.